In quite another mess.
"Farewell, my Patty dear, I have
No dying consolations,
Except, when I am dead, you'll go
And see th' Illuminations."
[A LAY OF REAL LIFE]
"Some are born with a wooden spoon in their mouths, and some with a golden ladle." GOLDSMITH.
"Some are born with tin rings in their noses, and with silver ones." SILVERSMITH.
Who ruined me ere I was born,
Sold every acre, grass or corn,